Reading materials (documents, written information) that you must read and deal with but that you think are extremely boring.
Remember the man whose
life work filled the attic of a
conservatory library.
Thousands of pages,
box loads of manuscripts,
all of it shit:
musicals, operas, oratorios;
page after fevered page
covered to the margins with
hacking melodies,
harmonies cold but earnest,
songs so formulaic they sound like
hate.
